This is a song about "Left"

And take ya'll supper

I left for one summer,

Left her outta the limelight

And what ya cook like

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

10th grade, eyes red as shit

So with your mind left exploded

And i'm left for the corrections,

And the v12, that's on various trips

Good love then i can do that for her

Your father left you for another

'till there's nothin' left.

Hold up yea we the best